- Wednesday 2nd May 2007, 2:07am
- HERTS, England
- 6,839 posts
He lurrrrrrrrrves me my man. It was great. I met a cool witch doctor in a pub and he cursed him with feelings for me. The problem is tho, I wanted the skinny rich one he was standing next too. Not the poor chuba one. Still, he will do till the next one comes along. Hard to be kept in designer shoes though. It got so bad sometimes I had to weigh things up. Should I feed him & the kids, or buy a pair of shoes. Food V shoes. Difficult decision. Still I now have 2 lanky skinny malnourished sons and 68 pairs of shoes. Incidentley some over mugarooni must be feeding my man. He is bigger than ever. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm! I think I will go and kick him in the shins just incasey.